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So you motherfuckers
I was change my style?
So are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
another rap that I'm ready to spit
It like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' up like never before

Pimp slaps, snaps
cash money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California that's I'm from
The city the boys say you don't want none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and vogues ain't shit
Wanna so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin' Too rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about money
But if you ask me, could you some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the White
If you're not cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I she'll spit that game
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was on the cob

What is life? is Too $hort
I play the bitches like it's a
Yeah, play the bitches just like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

You can me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a bright in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I this rhyme for you
You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's

So much death in the streets
Am I gonna live till next
I get shot by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring

I really can't say, 'cause I don't why
out here droppin' dead like flies
I to see a home boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're fakin' the
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my when I want my freak

You deny it, you know I'm right
I turn any out when I'm on the mic
And I won't back, or relax
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight on the mic
'Cause he's than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I him punk
to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me
I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the and push you over
Good luck couldn't find you in a four clover

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause be through
so far up, you might fall down
Gettin' clowned by the hound from east

And the look in your face you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a grown man die, at you
'Cause a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simon

I never understood one word you
But you're swearin' up and that you're killin' 'em dead
There's one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, the joke?

I'm the player of players, call me Pop
My is Too $hort, no I don't stop
I don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see happens

Your mind is gone, your just cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
rhymes are weak, your rap the same
And it comes to game, you are lame

Never heard of Too $hort baby
Hit Oakland in
Singin' mo' raps than a rap rhyme
sucker MC's don't waste my time

There's a girl I her name is Betty
Straight to the head rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll you up
All the home boys can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., don't stop
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say she's
She's the kind of that make your knees go crack

the beat, rock with me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
not gonna stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play that
To the beat all day and all night

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a Oaktown mack, I ain't playin'
To all the boys doin' time in the pen
Gonna rock this for you once again

If you can't get out and mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it sound for
I'ma tear shit up, if I get the
I give a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and raised in the State

me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off till you give me more
Big bank, now just make me
Bitch bitch bitch make me rich

out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard this say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure fake

But the MC's are screamin' loud
Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you talk about me, and call me
When your father smokes and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep your jealous thoughts to
Bitch and bitch, a MC right
Ain't nothin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I send a with a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
Like a 357 pointed at dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh again cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, with me
Fuck a bitch and a sucker MC
All you got the claps
And you punk 'cause you still can't rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
Motherfuckin' shit, ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
Motherfuck you shithead bitch

Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it don't stop, and it stop, bitch
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